She had my pants around my ankles and my cock in her mouth as soon as we closed the door to her apartment. I sat on her couch and she sucked away on ...y cock and balls. She pulled me to the edge of the couch and then looked up at me and she nodded her head yes. I didn’t know why she was nodding yes until I felt her wet finger sliding in my ass. I remembered how much she hated dating black men because she thought they are boring so I just tried to relax and go along with the flow.At some point. Me: Its a genuine request..mere liye plsMom: I cannot send you any pic, sab kuch dikhta hai usme.Me: pls..I want to see you wearing it..cannot stop myself imagining.Mom: that will not happenMe: I beg you, problem kya hai.Mom: problem ye hai..ki after you mentioned about thong a few days back, I realised I had one of them and tried them, and my husband made a joke out of it, mujhe bahut embarrass hona pada, and that has hurt me a lot.Me: Suno, I dont knw about anyone else, but mere liye you are. The dress almost covered her knees, and she was wearing tan nylons, which ended in low heels, which exposed all her foot, except for a thin strap across the toes, and an even thinner one around her ankles. At which point I realised, Id better look elsewhere! Mom sat on the bed next to me, but facing away. I didnt know, if I should be relieved or disappointed. On the one hand, I had hoped to get a peek up her dress. On the other hand, I was terrified, what that would do to the towel. I consoled. As more time passed, she became less certain about it. She’d been in his bed, letting him hold her. They had been stressed, both of them, and it was only natural—wasn’t it?—that in those circumstances, they would turn to each other for physical comfort. Comfort, she decided, was probably exactly what Simon had been offering, and she left it at that. Simon wondered what Connie was thinking, but didn’t ask her, as he was pondering a few things himself. Although they had both avoided discussing.